That was a headache he could feel coming on, how desperately he wanted to reach a hand up and pinch the bridge of his nose or perhaps rub at his temples. Something to alleviate that annoying nagging feeling. But he doesn't, instead, his icy glare remains on the two women before him, a hand wrapped around that amulet in his pocket, his feet planted firmly as if he were about to weather a storm. It irked him to no end that the vampire hadn't deign to look at him, her body still facing the scantily clad woman. A hand itched to reach out and grab her by the shoulder, only to slam her back against the wall, just to make her understand who she was dealing with. And then, he remembered she was a fucking vampire, that wouldn't go over well for him unless he had access to his magic and it wasn't like he could very well levitate her indefinitely, now could he? Still, Brenden's gaze is wholly focused on Petra, eyes only leaving the back of the vampire's head to snarl at the human woman to leave. The tears that spring to her eyes does nothing for Brenden, and as much as he enjoyed seeing tears on a woman's face in the bedroom, this human woman was just... pathetic. He couldn't even remember her name.

It's then the vampire moves, pivoting away to allow the woman to leave, her sad excuse for an apology dripping like venom from Petra's mouth, just as the human woman manages to finally disentangle herself. And then she's accusing the vampire of magic, her voice rising over the sounds of the club, a few people glancing in their direction, wondering what the commotion was about. A muscle ticks in his jaw, eyes blazing with icy fire, as the woman shoves past them, Petra's words seemingly to fall out of her mouth, trying to defend herself? An invisible brow arches in his mind at the words, though he doesn't linger on it as the barely clothed woman darts past them, tears spilling over her cheeks and a sound of anger emitting from the woman's lips. Brenden hardly turns to watch her run away, instead, his eyes linger on Petra, as she finally turns to look at him, those two toned eyes still as unnerving as the first time he had seen them. It's as if she finally realizes just how close he is standing, the vampire taking a step back to put some distance between them, and that was... satisfaction licking up his spine. Though, he doesn't chase the feeling, he doubted she did it without a reason.

It was her next words that sent a cruel bark of laughter falling from his lips, lips pulling back to reveal his teeth in the dark club, it almost twisted his features into that of an animal, no humor, no sense of empathy in his features, "Does it look like I care?" He responds rhetorically to the surely rhetorical question. His control always seemed to slip around this vampire and he fucking hated it. And when she speaks again, Brenden's fingers shift slightly in his pants pocket, adjusting his grip on the amulet, "Do I look like a white night?" Again, another rhetorical question, "And trust me, I haven't gotten what I wanted," his voice drops an octave, dangerous as that icy wrath continues to leak from him. When she asks what he intends to do now, his jaw clenches in annoyance, Brenden not exactly sure what he was planning to do. Threaten her? The warlock was sure that would go over well with a vampire. He might have walked away, might have deemed this conversation, or whatever it was, a waste of time, his mind understanding she was simply toying with him and he had given her exactly what she wanted.

He was about to turn away, dismiss her entirely when words fall like honeyed poison from her lips. He should leave, he shouldn't let that rage get the better of him and yet, another wave of icy wrath sweeps away all common sense as he takes a step forward, and another, until she yields, until her back is pushed against the wall. A hand comes up, planting it against the wall, near her head, the other still remaining in his pocket, grasping that amulet like it was a lifeline. He was far closer than he'd like to admit to the vampire, the warlock having ever been in close encounters with one like this before, a thought that didn't set well with him. He pushes it away, his body very nearly flush with Petra but not quite touching, "I want to lay hands on you, but not in the way you might think," he snarls softly, coldly into her ear, entirely aware that his neck was a mere inch from those dangerous fangs. He was banking on the no biting without consent rule, though a part of him wondered if she would break that one too, a thrill of... anticipation, fear, both? He wasn't sure what that feeling was that was coursing through him. "I would like nothing more than to hurt you, see if vampires can actually cry," he whisper growls again into her ear, Brenden surprising even himself that the rage could sweep away all forms of common sense in the presence of this woman.

By the point of view of onlookers, the two look like nothing more than two willing partners in the corner, his back facing the crowd and the woman veritably pinned between him and the wall. But clearly, the commotion from earlier was now catching up to them. The clearing of a voice has Brenden stilling, though he doesn't move right away, "I've been informed that one of you has used magic since entering this establishment," a male voice says, his voice lowered to keep from anyone overhearing. Brenden finally pushes off the wall, a hand dropping to his side as he puts a bit of space between him and the vampire, his wrathful gaze wrestled under control as he turns to look at the man and the device lingering in his hand. Brenden gives a shrug of nonchalance, "I can assure you, I haven't touched my magic since this morning," he says coolly, his hand gesturing towards the device, "You're welcome to scan me." The man, security he realizes, gives a nod of confirmation, reaching out the device and scanning Brenden from head to toe, a moment later, the device flashes green with a beep. Another shrug from Brenden before he steps aside, allowing access to the vampire, completely throwing the woman under the bus.

The security guard steps forward, "M'am, I need to scan you for traces of magic," he says, the device at the ready, the fucking human woman standing across the room, glaring at them triumphantly with tear stricken face.